We are singing today of the WIPE-OUT GANG - the WIPE-OUT GANG buys, owns & operates the Insanity Factory - if you do not know where the Insanity Factory is located, you should hereby take two steps to the right, paint your teeth & go to sleep.

I forgot more than you'll ever know.

Mama, put my guns in the ground, I can't shoot them anymore. That long black cloud is coming down.

The hollow horn plays wasted words, proves to warn that he not busy being born is busy dying.

Good and bad, I define these terms, quite clear, no doubt, somehow.

You don't write a song to sit there on a page. You write it to sing it.

I'm sick of giving creeps money off my soul.